Testo I Admit It - Rican Da Menace
Testo della canzone I Admit It (Rican Da Menace), tratta dall'album I Admit It - Single
(Y-y-you're a star)
I hate to say that I'm that bitch, but okay, I admit it
Fuck n, I ain't no bird, boy, that's for them pigeons
I woke up and checked my bank account, I'm shittin' on these lil' bitches
Them petty n lyin', shit, I barely pay my tickets
We all know the truth 'bout you, don't gotta lie to kick it
Please stop calling me a female rapper, bitch, I'm coming different
Ain't no big to turn a pussy down, damn, something smelling fishy
I be spittin', bitches poppin' p's, excuse me, ms-s-s-s uh
I went platinum naturally, ain't had to get no work done
Never been no hoe, he tryin to hit, this n homeless
Been serving looks since way back then, they save it when I post it
This pussy made him hate me, he so mad he can't control it
I need $50 just to pop out, take that back and buy a change
Let me hit it from the back, call him another n name
Pussy good, do what I want and he still tryina grab the reigns
Know I'm dragging, ain't no way that our last name could be the same
I pulled up in the lambo truck, you hatin' from a Rover
This lil' red bitch got a lot of blues, can't wait to pull me over
Bitch, I'm a 10, but I stay with a 9, and my bank account got like 8 zeros
Only fuck with like 7 bitches, but all my bitches got 6 figures
Every song I put out fuckin slaps
I gave this bitch 5
Put me 1st, 2nd, 3rd, even 4th, at least I'm top 5
These broke ass n been annoying me
How these bitches been letting shit fly?
To be honestc I'm harder than most of these n
Tell me the hell if I'm lying
I hate a bitch that be watching my story but hide
Bitch, why is you spying?
You thought I wasn't supposed to pick up with your man
Bitch please, is you high?
If I see you again imma tell you what's up and then block you
Bitch, bye
I don't argue with bitches that brag about Mexico
Bitch, I'm in Dubai
Had to make that ugly face, but I still keep it cute
Treat my man like Wiz and Kelly, bitch, you just gone see a suit
This stand up, bitch made me sit down, he got on half a suit
I ain't taking shots from none of these n, but he still tryina shoot
Hop in the foreign and just went ghost, this an invisible coupe
I make it hard to walk in my shoes, you can't even afford my boots
How am I poor and walk out rich? I hate to lose
They say men and women lie, you fuckin' right I hate the news
I can't even count how many times that I got hated on
I don't entertain it, I ignore it and just play along
Bitches think I came up overnight, okay, go make a song
Then send it back to me so I can tell you that I hate the song (bitch)
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Writer(s): Gary Fountaine, Derrick Gray, Rican Da Menace
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